Kanye West — Breathe In Breathe Out

[Chorus: Ludacris] Yeah! Breathe in, breathe out If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out Push a big truck, pull your keys out Girls go wild and pull your D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!" [Verse 1: Kanye West] Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap I gotta 'pologize to Mos and Kweli (Kweli) But is it cool to rap about gold If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali!) First nigga with a Benz and a backpack Ice chain, Carti lens, and a knapsack Always said if I rapped, I'd say somethin' significant But now, I'm rapping 'bout money, hoes, and rims again And it's still about the Benjamins Big-face hundreds and whatever other synonyms Strippers named "Cinnamon," more chips than Pentium "What you gon' buy next?" Whatever new trend it is I'm tryna spend my stacks, and I'm so broke I look back, like, "Damn, was I on crack?" I mean, twelve platinum chains—was I on that? What the hell was wrong with me, dog? Sing along with me, y'all [Chorus: Ludacris] Yeah! Breathe in, breathe out (Ugh) If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out Push a big truck, pull your keys out Girls go wild and pull your D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!" [Verse 2: Kanye West] Now, even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick I always had a Ph.D: a pretty huge dick Ladies tired of getting ripped off by guys like this And giving head is like a whale that's using a toothpick Well, I'm in the club for a limited time Act now and get some action for a free-ninety-nine Later on, I might charge for ménage Heard her man was the boss of the floss But she still want to toss me the drawers And it ain't gon' cost me because She my caddy 'cause she grab my golf balls in the club And I'm still acting calm than a muh' She asked, "Can you drive me in the hundreds where my Altima was?" While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man Baby, I fully understand; let me help you with a plan While he tricking off, don't get no rich nigga Give me some head—that'll really piss him off [Chorus: Ludacris] Yeah! Breathe in, breathe out If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out Push a big truck, pull your keys out Girls go wild and pull your D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!" [Verse 3: Kanye West] I blow past low-class niggas with no cash In a four-dash-six, bitch, you can go ask So when I go fast, po-po just laugh Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash Whatever comes first, I'm prepared for the worst Whatever comes second, I'll be there with my weapon Pulling up in the Lexuses, one on both hand So I guess them GS'ses was ambidextrous Could've sworn her breasteses was sending me messages "K, I need a free hand-mammogram I got weed, drink, and a Handicam All of which is legal in Amsterdam" So, say my name like Candyman And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman But if you don't need a fix, girl, you gotta leave You can't take that all at one time—you gotta breathe! [Chorus: Ludacris] Yeah! Breathe in, breathe out If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out Push a big truck, pull your keys out Girls go wild and pull your D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull the piece out, niggas like "Peace out!" [Outro: Kanye West] Yeah-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh And you say, "Chi-city" (Chi-city) Y-Yeah, and you say, "Chi-city" Y-Yeah, and you say, "Chi-city" (Chi-city) Uh-huh (Uh-huh), and you say, "Chi-city" (Chi-city) Y-Yeah, you say "Chi-city" (Chi-city) Ugh-ugh (Ugh-ugh), you say, "Chi—" Y— You say, "Chi—" Y— You say, "Chi-city" (Chi-city) Chi-city (Chi-city), Chi-city (Chi-city) (Chi-city, Chi-city—)